this has been a post by erica

erica: you and stiles just need to bone.

derek: what did you say?

isaac: please don’t say it again

erica: i said you two need to bone.

derek: how dare you, erica, i am your alpha! *five minutes later* BONE! *ten minutes later* what happens in my bedroom is none of your business. *twenty-one minutes later* BooooOOOOONE! *forty minutes later* don’t. ever. speak to me like that again.

Me playing post game Pokémon
  • International police cops: HEY KID we heard you're a Pokémon master, do you wanna help us mess with the space time continuum and catch inter-dimensional ultra beasts?
  • Me: I mean sure, that makes sense, I AM a Pokémon master...
  • International Crime COps: cool head on over to Aether foundation and talk to Wicke
  • Me: *goes there*
  • Wicke: btw this isn't about the ultra beasts but Lille wanted me to explain why she went to kanto with lusamine; since we didn't really put that dialogue in the unreasonably long finale cutscene of the game and I'm sure it's been bothering you Erica cause you're weirdly invested in the characters
  • Me: YES IT HAS!!! Thank you!! Please, go on
  • Wicke: but you don't wanna hear me talk about all that...
  • ME: YES I FUCKIN DO, YES I--
  • Wicke: here, have a large chunk of fried dough for your trouble
  • me: I CANT fuckin believe this game I have to make a tumblr post
  • Me: *does*
  • Me: *goes back to playing game*
  • Wicke: AND HERE, HAVE ANOTHER ONE--
  • Me: ARE YOU FCKING-----
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I can’t believe I finally finished this long overdue project! It’s my first attempt at creating a special something that I’ve loved ever since I was very little: paper dolls! And of course, combined with Doctor Who! I hope you enjoy playing with it as much as I loved putting it all together! He has just been added to the shop and I’ll start shipping the first orders soon! Also, I’ll post other pictures on my Instagram so you can see how to place the outfits on him!

Bye bye for now!   

I almost can’t believe it, but I’m actually posting two fics within the space of a few days!! This week has been crazy productive. 

So this fic is not a Christmas fic, but it is kinda Christmas-y, because I wrote this while listening to copious amounts of Christmas music. It has a very different feel from the last fic I posted, but I hope you guys like it~ 

Sterek, ~6k words, rated T

It happens on a Monday. Derek stayed up stupidly late the night before, reading a weird German serial killer novel Erica lent him, and overslept. He’s running late, out of breath and a little sweaty from jogging all the way from the subway, and when he yells, “Hold the elevator!” an arm obligingly snakes out between the doors and he slips inside.

The guy who held the door for him doesn’t even look up. He’s slouching back against the wall, scrolling disinterestedly through his phone, his other hand curled around a bouquet of flowers wrapped in crinkly paper. He’s got messy brown hair and a mole right by his mouth, four more in a cluster along his jaw, and, under the scent of cold air and wet pavement that’s clinging to his jacket, he smells—good. Really good. Warm and a little gingery.

The elevator doors slide shut. Derek’s so focused on trying to look at him without letting the guy know he’s looking that it takes him an embarrassingly long time to realize the guy just said something. To Derek.

Derek blinks. “What?”

The guy smirks. “Running a little low on caffeine? I asked what floor you want.” He nods at the elevator buttons, and Derek flushes. Right.

“Ninth.”

The guy leans forward to press the button, and Derek leans in a little after him, trying to subtly smell him again.

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TIL MORNING’S LIGHT

TUMBLR THIS IS A CALLOUT POST FOR YALL,IM FEELING EXTRA SALTY TODAY

OKAY SO WHOEVER FOLLOWS ME, CONSTANTLY SEES THIS REDHEAD CUTIE I ALWAYS DRAW THAT LOOKS KINDA LIKE THIS

THIS IS ERICA (voiced by stephanie sheh aka sa il o r  moon) AND SHE’S FROM AN AMAZING GAME CALLED “TIL MORNING’S LIGHT” AND IT’S A SHAME THAT PEOPLE DONT KNOW THE GAME BECAUSE IT HAS AMAZING VOICE ACTORS AND SCRIPT/DIALOGS, THE STORY/PLOT IS UNIQUE , THE PUZZLES ARE INTERESTING AND TRICKY, THE ANIMATION IS REALLY GOOD AND GENERALLY A LOT OF WORK HAS BEEN PUT INTO TO MAKE THIS WONDERFUL GAME AND I JUST WANNA SAY IT’S WORTH LOOKING IT UP ON YOUTUBE OR WHATEVER OR JUST BUY IT (it’s a mobile game)

SO I KNOW YALL LIKE SPOOKY , CREEPY AND ACTION STUFF , AND THIS IS THE GAME OF THE YEAR, END OF THE DISCUSSION OK 

anonymous asked:

I love it when you get really into something and start writing down your feelings, it makes me want to get into it too or gets me thinking about it more/in a different way. ur a treasure erica

You know what?  Thank you!  I wish I could just respond to anons privately because I don’t wanna keep drawing attention to the whole thing, but I do want to respond to you, because honestly… HONESTLY…?  That’s why I do it.  That is why I do it.  Sure, yeah, I’m also doing it because I genuinely like talking about the things I’m talking about, but I very rarely even make posts like that completely out of the blue.  I do it every month or so I think, usually talking about the Simpsons, but if I posted every intense feeling I had about a cartoon every time I had one, I’d never shut the fuck up.  Y’all are lucky I’m sparing you, honestly, haha.  

When I DO make a really rambly post about a cartoon, or some really lengthy tags on a reblog, a part of why I’m doing it is because your blog is a platform for you to talk about shit that you’re into.  And if people are following your blog, there’s a chance they give a shit what you have to say, or are at least vicariously interested in your interests.  Maybe you can spread a little bit of info, or a helpful review, or pique someone’s curiosity about something new.  I know I’ve definitely gotten into stuff because someone I follow online mentioned it before.

Like I guess tumblr kinda took the idea of a blog and condensed it into this rapid-fire way to just spread dumb content as quickly as possible and a community developed around it where no one feels right commenting on posts or giving feedback/input, but FUCK that!  A blog is literally an online journal, you can post about whatever the fuck you want, that’s THE POINT!  Ahhhhhgggh.  

And then the one time you decide to actually use it like that, people feel compelled to discourage you from it?  Like, I don’t honestly give a shit, my feelings are not hurt because some stupid kid who can’t spellcheck made a mean comment in my inbox, I’m just bothered that anyone has the audacity to go out of their way to be a jerk to a stranger on the internet when it’s 1000 times easier and takes 0 energy at all to just  f u c k  o f f  i n t o   t h e   s u n.

If someone saw my post and thought “oh cool, I like Erica, and she likes Bob’s Burgers, maybe I’ll check out Bob’s Burgers”, and then they end up with a new show to watch, FUCKING GREAT!  That’s frankly all I might’ve been trying to accomplish in the first place.  

ANNNNYWAY, thank you.  Thanks everyone who’s sent me nice comments in the wake of this or any other stupid meaningless post.  I’m not like, actually upset or affected by it, which is why I don’t usually respond, but I do appreciate your guys’ concern, and I appreciate knowing that y’all appreciate my dumb blog.  Thanks.  And keep posting about shit you like and sharing it with people  you like!!  That’s what it’s all about man.

anonymous asked:

I felt like in CW movie, Tony only agreed to the Accords so he wouldn't be responsible for all the dead people. Like when the mom confronted him after his presentation about her son who died because of him. I think he did know something was wrong with the Accords but chose to ignore it so he wouldn't feel guilty.

Oh, Tony definitely knew something was wrong with the Accords! His main argument was that the Avengers needed to sign or it would be worse later, which isn’t really a “Yay Accords!” viewpoint. He also thought the Accords would fix all his problems, like his breakup with Pepper, his guilt over civilian casualties, and his desire to not follow in his father’s footsteps, which made his argument very personal. When Steve countered with arguments for the group at large, Tony just tended to get frustrated and…yell, which also says to me that Tony knew the Accords weren’t good for superheroes in general.

I do think that Tony liked the idea of accountability, but the reality wasn’t great, and Tony didn’t want to acknowledge that. He heard Ross’ speech about superheroes being Weapons, but he forged ahead in signing anyway. The Accords seemed to be a quick fix for him; I don’t think Tony thought it would be permanent, because he didn’t take them very seriously – he constantly bent the rules of the Accords, flippantly said Steve would deal with ‘consequences’, offered Bucky’s freedom if Steve signed, and locked Wanda up without consent, acting like it was no big deal. He also spoke about PR fires and amending the document later to suit their needs. 

And, when the Accords wouldn’t let Tony go where he needed… he ended up dodging them and doing what he wanted, anyway. It was the right thing to do, but Tony had just spent the entire movie arguing that the Right Thing to Do would be to bring the argument before a UN panel… who he either can’t reach, or never attempted to reach. Tony saw how utterly corrupt the system was, constantly exploited it for his friends, but continually agreed with the Accords anyway. He was affected by Peter’s speech about choice and personal responsibility, which echoed Steve’s, but nothing came of it. It was weird.

There’s all these hints in the movie that Tony didn’t agree with the Accords, but there’s also many contradictions that show that Tony very much agreed with the Accords. And for me, the only explanation for that behaviour is Tony was dealing with extreme guilt that was overriding any logical emotions. Whenever he was confronted with a serious problem, he just pushed it out of his mind and kept barreling forwards, because he wanted that end result so badly – thought the document would fix everything that was happening in his life – that nothing else mattered. Even individual freedoms.

“Protection? Is that how you see this? This is protection? It’s internment, Tony!”

“I’m doing what has to be done, to stave off something worse”

“You keep telling yourself that”. 

It’s frustrating, because CW didn’t really conclude anything with Tony’s side of the argument. The secret prison is still there. There’s still no trial and no lawyers for superheroes, or anyone who falls under the laws of the Accords. Superpowered people are still considered Weapons of Mass Destruction. Both Rosses are still in charge. The U.N. panel proved that they will react out of fear and anger rather than any sort of rationality, giving kill-on-sight orders. And Tony now knows that signing the Accords makes him a soldier at someone’s disposal, which is something he has adamantly been against in previous films. He has no power at all, no say in his own damn superpowers, and he knows it.

The Accords are barely out of the gate and already so corrupt, and Tony has SEEN that corruption firsthand, but we still get a Rhodey/Tony speech about how they’re the right thing to do. Like…wut? We’re still at square one: idea is fine but reality has gone to hell, and signing the Accords has not staved off something worse – rather, signing made things worse for everyone, Signees included, as the film progressed. Nothing has been staved, and now half the Avengers are on the run from the government who wants to shut them down. So now what?

A little something for @madahenriques who has not been having the best time at the moment, and whose birthday it also is! Happy Birthday, sweetheart. I hope you like mates, jealous!Derek and cheesy love confessions. I blame @halewithstilinski‘s post for the direction this took. 

Derek tries not to look as Stiles dances with yet another guy. Erica is beside him, encouraging him with hip checks and cat calls and- why, dear god, why- booty slaps until Boyd thankfully pulls her away. There is only so many times Derek can hear “shake that money maker, Stilinski” and not have the urge to rip the person’s throat out Stiles is shaking his “money maker” at.

He’s not possessive. Well, no more than werewolves usually are. He thinks. Stiles can dance with who he wants. Fuck, he can sleep with who he wants, that’s not Derek’s decision, but it’s more than a little hard to see your mate grinding up against other people and oozing contentment all the while looking over at you every other five minutes. Derek gets Stiles likes to make sure he isn’t trying to sneak out on what has been, horribly, called “shake your groove thing night”, but still, way to unintentionally rub a guy’s face in it.  

Derek hopes it’s unintentional anyway.

Mates aren’t as common the books make it out to be, and it’s just Derek’s luck he not only ended up with one, but also fell hopelessly in love with him (to quote just about every cheesy romantic movie ever made).

Romantic mates are even less common. Usually mates are just people you have a special bond with; you feel everything more keenly with them, for them. You are connected to them in a way you aren’t with anyone else, but it doesn’t have to mean anything. Until you are stupid enough to fall in love with them, that is.

Derek knows it’s not impossible to get over a mate, but the problem isn’t Stiles being Derek’s mate, it’s the fact he’s Derek’s Stiles. That loud mouthed, annoying, persistent kid. That stupidly loyal, funny and crazy smart kid. That kid who is no longer a kid but a twenty-two year old grown ass man who clearly didn’t focus all his energies on studying in college (if the way his hips are moving is anything to go by).

Derek truly, desperately, tries not to whine, nostalgic for the days when he found it easier to tear his gaze away from Stiles.

In fact, he is so focused on maintaining his usual, indifferent highly preferred (he doesn’t care what the therapy books say about it being a defensive mechanism) persona (that is apparently fooling no-one these days, not even Scott), he doesn’t even notice when two perfect- fuck, why are they so perfect- mole speckled hands take his.

“Stiles,” Derek grunts, taking a moment before he looks up, scared of the heat he can feel rising on his cheeks at the skin to skin contact.

Derek used to think Stiles was a tactile person, the kind of guy who always got up in your space, but he’s noticed in the last few years how much Stiles shies away from the people he loves. The Nogitsune played a big part in that, Derek knows, but it’s not being afraid to touch anyone Stiles is wary of, like Derek so often is. It’s being scared people will reject that touch. He’s seen it, over and over, and he’s spent countless moments trying to figure out a way to give Stiles a hug without making it into the big deal it is, but stealth was never one of his strong suits. So he leaves it alone, even though it physically hurts him to watch Stiles holding himself back, holding himself away, when Derek sees he needs it. Having a stranger touch you is never the same, Derek thinks he knows that better than anyone.

Which is why Stiles doing something as simple as taking Derek’s hands makes his heart skip more beats than is probably healthy, because Stiles touching him like this, so freely, so easily, means he trusts Derek. Trusts him with something far more precious than his life. He trusts him with his trust, something Stiles rarely gives to anyone. If he ever gives anyone these days.

And then suddenly something changes, because one moment Stiles is holding his hands and the next he is slipping his arms around Derek’s waist, pulling him in, pulling him against him. It’s heaven and hell and everything in between.

Derek swallows. “Stiles, what are you doing?”

“I’m tired of playing hard to get,” he says, simply. Fact, even though Derek can smell his nerves. “Everyone keeps telling me this is something, so if it isn’t you have tell me now.”

Derek’s eyes flick up and sure enough, the whole pack is watching them. The assholes.

“Everyone?” he asks, a pointless question.

Stiles nods, eyes slowly scanning Derek’s face, lazy and unhurried like he could look at him forever. It makes Derek shiver.

“Everyone,” he repeats, licking his lips. “But it’s not polite to assume things. So?”

“So,” Derek whispers, dumbstruck, distracted, at how soft Stiles’ mouth looks this close up. Has it always looked that soft?

Rolling his eyes, Stiles leans in closer. “You and me,” he breathes, slowly, like a confession. “We could be…” He looks down.

“Good?” Derek finishes, breath catching because, wait.

Wait.

“I love you,” Stiles says, shrugging, like it’s no big deal, even though Derek can hear Stiles’ heart racing over the music. Can hear it thudding. It’s the most erratic he has ever heard it and maybe it’s not the right time to smile, not when Stiles is looking at him like he thinks Derek is about to crush him, but he can’t help it. He feels drunk.

No, he feels happy.

“In Mexico,” Derek says, shakily bringing one hand up to cup Stiles’ face. “I- you heard me, right? What I said?”

Stiles frowns. “What you said?” he asks, clearly not understanding.

Oh.

Derek blinks, confused. “You turned back, I…thought you heard me.”

“No,” Stiles shakes his head. “I mean, I thought-” He sucks in a breath, once, fast. “You mean-?”

“I said-” Derek begins, but his throat closes up, just like it did that night. “I said-” he tries again, but still, nothing happens. “I said-”

“It’s okay, I think I get it,” Stiles smiles, taking his hands again, and that’s all Derek needs to hear before he leans in and kisses him.

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Cat: “I recognize three out of the four of you.”
James: “This is my girlfriend.”
Lucy: “Lucy Lane.”
Cat: “Lois Lane’s kid sister? Well congratulations. You got the looks.”

Cat, you need to get your vision tested. Lois Lane is a goddess. I mean look at this woman:

She

Is

Freaking

Flawless

So yeah, stay pressed, Cat. 

By the way show, you realize all these Lois references only makes me want to see her all the more right? I’ll just be over here waiting.

anonymous asked:

HEEEYYYYYY!!!!!!!! INORI I'VE MISSED YOU! How has life been? I hope its been treating you well! ♡ ~Erica

AAAAAAA I MISSED YOU GUYS TOO !!!! but yeah~ life’s treating me well! i’m gonna start med school the first week of august (they kept on moving it rip) so i’ll spend my last month going yolo about everything hehe and i’m deep into gacha games hell but hhhh how are you tho~?

Teen Wolf Moodboard Gif Hunt

Below the cut is approximately 332 Teen Wolf moodboard gifs (since last update) categorized by character and ship. It also includes gifs from the cast and it’s in alphabetical order. This has not been requested. I would appreciate it if you liked this post if you use all or any of these gifs please. Also, sorry if there are any repeats! Disclaimer: Like most gif hunts, these gifs don’t belong to me and therefore all credit goes to the makers.

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@loveactually-rps tumblr was a dick and ate your ask. you asked for sterek + 15 from this list. sorry this took me a while, but here is some absurd fluffy sterek high school au! hope you like it. :)

“How can you say something like that to me?” Stiles demands, eyes blazing with indignation. “That you didn’t know? There’s no way you didn’t know. I was completely, embarrassingly obvious about it.”

He’s more agitated now, stepping away from Derek and back, his hands gesturing wildly as he picks up steam. “It’s been years. You can’t tell me you haven’t seen the way I look at you for years.”

“I– there was no way to– I didn’t think I deserved you,” Derek says, laying gentle hands on Stiles’ shoulders. He needs him to hear this, wills him to understand. “All this time, after everything I’ve done. I couldn’t let myself believe it. I couldn’t let myself hope.”

His throat is dry; he tries swallowing but comes up with nothing. He can feel his pulse pound out a grueling tempo in his skull, a soundtrack to fit the way the earth is tilting beneath his feet–

Stiles’ fingers find their way around Derek’s wrist, then down, slowly curling around the fist he hadn’t realized he’d made. When Derek looks up there’s something forceful shining in Stiles’ eyes, an emotion he’s never seen before.

He can’t breathe.

Stiles pulls Derek’s fist to his chest with both hands, unlocks the fingers one by one until he can replace them with his own. Derek lets him, helpless as he is to resist.

When that’s done, Stiles bends, lets his mouth hover over the peaks of Derek’s knuckles.

“We’ll have to fix that, then, won’t we?” he asks, before placing one kiss to Derek’s knuckles, looking up at him through long, eyelashes.

“What? I–”

“I love you,” Stiles interrupts. Like it’s something simple. Like it needs no more explanation than that. As though it’s not tearing Derek’s world apart.

“I love you, and I have for years now. And I will always love you.”

Stiles leans forward, eyes drooping ever so slightly, a faint smile playing over his lips like he couldn’t be happier. A hand comes around the back of Derek’s neck, holds him there as if there was ever a chance of him wanting to run away.

“I love you so much, Peter,” Stiles murmurs, and moves in for a kiss.

Dismay surges through Derek like a physical thing, even as Coach Finstock’s voice is rips through the air.

“CUT!”

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The Fall of Chat Rising: An Explanation

This post is going to try to be as transparent as possible about the volatile situation that was the last few days on the FR side of discord. Thus, imgur links to many logs are present here. I hope you read them all thoroughly. Get ready for a wild ride.

Disclaimer: No singular person is to blame for the incidents that have occurred. The divide was simply caused by a disagreement in how disciplinary action against users should be taken and how the server should be run.

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PRESS RELEASE REGARDING ERICA SCHAAF

EDMONTON, Alberta. July 26, 2016 — After careful evaluation and reviewing the recent concerns brought to us regarding Erica Schaaf’s involvement with Unity Events and Unity Days, we have reached a decision to remove Erica as a member of Unity Events.

We hold true commitment to our mission, vision and values. Erica’s social media posts, comments and tweets were unprofessional and we apologize to anyone who has been hurt and/or offended. We want our attendees and fans to feel safe and comfortable at the event and within the online community.

If anyone has concerns, feel free to reach out to us on any platform whether it’s our website, social media or Leana and Miah’s personal social media accounts (see below).

We’d like to thank you for your continuous support. Unity Days is a celebration for the cast, crew and fans of The 100. We’re looking forward to bringing this incredible event to you.

Sincerely,

Unity Events


Leana’s Twitter & Instagram - @leanajasmin

Leana’s email - leana@unityeventscanada.com

Miah’s Twitter - @MBan20

Miah’s email - miah@unityeventscanada.com

TW Rewatch 2x03: Erica's fall, Lydia's hallucinations, mirror verse & Scott's "responsibility".

I’m currently plagued with a nasty stomach bug, but can finally sit in an upright position (for the post part) and am celebrating by sharing my little findings from episode 2x03. 

Of course there is more kanima stuff in this episode, but I’ve decided to do a separate post on that whole story arc as soon as I’ve plowed through a few more episodes. 

For those wondering this is the episode where Allison is kidnapped by her dad and have to free herself as a test, Erica climbs the wall, falls off and is turned by Derek, Scott, Stiles Allison and Lydia go to the ice rink, Lydia sees Peter on two occasions and of course Boyd is also bitten. The Kanima kills one of the hunters. 

Scott catches Erica

This is probably not of major significance but since I’ve probably already got a reputation for nitpicking i might as well live up to it :) I get that Scott is a werewolf and has super reflexes and can probably run really fast when he wants to. I totally buy that. But how did Stiles and the others get there that fast I wonder?

I’m talking about Erica’s fall. 

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Hey guys!  Official Sock hats are TEMPORARILY on hold!!

My sister ran into a couple road blocks in the past couple weeks; she was sick for a few days, and there was a miscommunication about an order she’d placed for buttons.  She’s got approximately 40 hats to make right now, and messages still coming in as I type this, and a lot of people wondering if their orders will make it in time for Halloween or a convention coming up.  It’s all a little overwhelming right now, so we’re taking the listing down temporarily until she can get caught up.

Hopefully this will mean she can get her current backlog of hats done and sent off for you guys who would prefer to have them by a deadline.  And then once we’re back on track, we’ll open them right back up again!!  

Thank you for all of your support, patience, and understanding.  The response has been great, and we really appreciate your business!!  I’ll be sure to make a post and let you guys know as soon as they open up again!